Yuan Jianzhi couldn't stand it. He looked at the ground, counted ants on the ground covered with blue bricks, and said, "Since that's the case, can you speak to Lord Meng and the Privy Council and ask the Jinghu Commander to transfer some troops and horses? The troops there are strong, if they can do it..."

"No." Before he could finish his words, Chen Longzhi shook his hand and waved his head: "Xiangyang Jiangling is much heavier than the pressure faced by this side. Although the Mongols retreated after the death of illness, Xiangyang was newly supported and everything was in trouble. Lord Meng wanted to make Xiangyang a nail and firmly suppress the Mongols' attempt to move south in the future. He is expanding his army and building a new twelve armies in succession. There is still a lack of talent and generals, so it is impossible to draw military horses for us."

"Only by ourselves, I'm afraid..." Yuan Jianzhi stammered and vaguely said.

"We can only rely on ourselves." Chen Longzhi sighed again, but then he probably remembered some good news and was a little excited: "But Mr. Meng also said a brilliant plan, which benefited me a lot."

"Oh?" Yuan Jianzhi also raised his head and looked delighted: "Sir, come on."

"To defend Sichuan, we must be the people of Chuan." Chen Longzhi said: "Since ancient times, there are many heroes in Sichuan, but there is no talent, but the court does not recognize talents."

"Oh, sir, what I mean..." Yuan Jianzhi asked tentatively, not understanding why.

"In my Song Dynasty, everyone is an official family, and it is not distinguished by the barbarians and Han people." Chen Longzhi straightened his back a little and said, "The Han people are the people of the Song Dynasty, and the barbarians are also the barbarians. Although there are many Han people, there are also many barbarians."

"Barbarian?" Yuan Jianzhi understood a little, and his eyes lit up: "Sir, are you talking about the barbarians in the south?"

"That's right!" Chen Longzhi smiled and said, "The barbarians live in the mountains and rivers for many years, climbing mountains and ridges every day, with strong bodies and fierce temperaments. Everyone respects martial arts and respects strength. When entering, they serve the people and go out, they serve the soldiers. When picking up a hoe, they are qualified strong soldiers. Why can't such people be used? It's just because we look down on others and think that the barbarians are all people from the outside world, so they don't want to use them."

"This... Lord Chen, we have called the barbarians." Yuan Jianzhi smiled bitterly and said, "The barbarians in Sizhou and Bozhou have all listened to the call of soldiers and fought with the Mongols. To be honest, although the barbarians are a little unattended by the command, they are indeed not afraid of death. They are in the same spirit when fighting, and they are angry when they die one by one. They are very combat-effective in the mountains. The reason why we can keep the front line of Gongzhou has a lot to do with the barbarians."

He said again: "But the barbarians have few people. After a few battles, they will be more than half of them. When Zhao Yanna was still a commander here, he had already squeezed them out. If the adults want to transfer their people, they may not be able to draw out much. The drop in the bucket is not very effective."

Chen Longzhi smiled more and more happily, and he asked: "Zhao Yanna just called the soldiers from Sizhou and Bozhou?"

"Uh? And... the Rongzhou, Lizhou, Qianzhou and Xishan Yechuan tribe have also been used. Any larger tribe that can listen to the sends of the Song Dynasty has been used." Yuan Jianzhi thought for a while, and counted silently with his fingers.

"What else?" Chen Longzhi asked.

"And... I can't think about it for a moment." Yuan Jianzhi thought about it with his fingers around.

Chen Longzhi breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of the tea bowl, then took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Yuan Jianzhi.

"Sir Yuan, take a look."

Yuan Jianzhi took it with both hands, looked at Chen Longzhi in confusion first, saw him looking at him excitedly, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the paper seriously.

This is an ordinary poster. The Southern Song Dynasty set up posters on roads in various places to serve as an official purpose of delivering messages. It can send the orders of the central government to various prefectures without delay at the first time, and can also quickly send reported information from all over the country to the center, which is equivalent to the telegrams and telephone numbers of this era.

In order to grasp the information of the foreign vassals, the commanders who are bordering the foreign vassals will also add more functions to the post stations. For example, the Sichuan Commander Office will require the post stations located on the border to send major events that have occurred in Dali, Shenglong and other places as soon as possible to grasp and respond.

What this poster says is the news from Dali.

The poster was not long, and it was concise and to the point. Yuan Jianzhi finished reading it quickly. He raised his head and was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that there was a major event like a change of ownership in Dali. During this period, we were staring at the Mongols, but ignored the changes in this vassal state."

"What matters is not who became the Emperor of Dali." Chen Longzhi reminded him: "The key point should be to see who brought down the original prime minister and emperor."

"Uh?" Yuan Jianzhi blushed, and he immediately looked at it, and then surprised: "Shimenfan?"

"Are you familiar with this place?" Chen Longzhi asked.

"I'm not very familiar." Yuan Jianzhi tried hard to search for all the impressions of Shimenfan in his memory, but after thinking for a while, he gave up: "The place was in the mountains, with miasma, and the barbarians living were very xenophobic, and few people had ever been in."

"In other words, the commander's commander actually has no focus on the control over there?" Chen Longyi asked and followed him, chasing him hard: "Then he must have never called the people there?"

"No, this is certain." Yuan Jianzhi replied, and his answer was very refreshing: "The road there is rugged, and it is difficult to get in. So they have always been vaguely separated from the Song Dynasty. In name, it is within the Song Dynasty. In fact, it is similar to a zone where there is no matter whether Dali or the Song Dynasty is concerned. It is equivalent to a buffer between us and Dali. As long as they do not lift the rebellion and openly raise the flag of the rebellion, no one will pay attention to them."

Chen Longzhi took the piece of paper, raised it in his hand, and said, "It is said that the head ghost king of Shimen Fans was Changsun Hong, who was a criminal from my Song Dynasty many years ago. A few days ago, the commander Si was asked by the former king of Dali. In order to stop his troops and fight, he not only saved him from his crime, but also gave him the hat of the deputy envoy of the defense of Xuzhou?"

"I know this, but Zhao Yanna was in a state of great difficulty at that time, probably not considering it in depth. But a man from the Privy Council came to the Privy Council and said that this was what the above meaning was. The commander commander took medicine according to the prescription and sent someone to do the matter." Yuan Jianzhi said: "But he actually became the king of Dali in one word, but he didn't expect it."

"It is not a bad thing for a small deputy defensive envoy of the Song Dynasty to become the king of Dali in one word. Wang Xuance was named king of Tianzhu during the Tang Dynasty, and Wei Mansila, a native of Yan State, was all brilliant people. Changsun Hong was able to win Dali with a small Shimenfan, but he was a rare talent." Chen Longzhi praised and put away the paper: "No matter what, he is still a member of our Song Dynasty, which is a good thing. I plan to send people to him to explain it with emotion and reason, ask him to send troops, and help me."

The smile he finally showed bloomed on his wrinkled face, as rare as an iron tree blossoming: "And I really want to see the ghost soldiers who are so colorful in the post newspaper!"
Chapter completed!